Quachil Uttaus, the Treader in Dust

A tale of old Bedouins paint us a bizarre picture of the realm lush with life and greenery, a veritable jungle stretching from west to the east. A vibrant and fertile land it was, not a scorched desert of today. Modern science put blame on eroding winds, flushing floods and encroachment of humanity’s exploitation and yet, the story name a different culprit. He came from the stars, his approach a wailing sound of ire and agony. And as he rose, all life withered around him. Some called him a punishment of Set. A scourge upon the world, for where his baleful gaze skimmed over turned to dust, his very breath a weathering curse. As he threaded through the lands, all things crumbled. Many armies tried to strike the monstrosity. Many kings plead to the gods. To no avail... Ultimately a clever yet cumbersome ploy was put into working, and the abomination was goaded into a pyramid built for it, a deep and terrible maze, for the ancient marbles and stones cou